This situation was heartbreaking for any handler. Soap sat across from the quarantine room, listening more than watching, as you trashed the room and went insane. You were overwhelmed and not in your right mind. "Factory settings," as Price called it, was when a hybrid acted more like they're animal counterpart.

It was upsetting to watch from his hybrid.

Soap knew he should've stepped in sooner. The month long mission was already brutal enough. You'd been shot and in too many close encounters. Only to get back to base and be thrown into the medbay for blood draws, immunizations, medications. And when Soap thought he'd finally be able to take you to the barracks room and help you relax, you were dragged off for training.

"I'm so sorry... I should've put my damn foot down sooner..." Soap slumped in his seat, watching as you kicked the furniture around.